I heard so much of the “Weltmer treatment” for disease.  I sent twenty-five dollars for a “mail course” so I could see for myself.  This man Weltmer had a large institution in Nevada, Mo., for humbugging the people.  I always like to investigate these things myself, as I did Dowie, who I found out to be a false prophet.  This Weltmer’s papers were a complete treatise on witchcraft, spiritualism and hypnotism.  I exposed this in every way I could.  The Bible fully prepares people to expect such “lying wonders and miracles.”  The “Christian Science” is a witchcraft but very subtile.  The most dangerous counterfeit bill is nearest like the genuine.

          Injail in Philadelphia.

The last jail I was in was in Philadelphia.  I went down to lecture between the acts of “The Heart of a Hero.”  There was a very vile saloon kept by a Mr. Donoghue.  This man stationed police to arrest me if I went in his place.  In going home from the theatre at night I would look in and call to the poor victims not to be drugged and robbed.  This man had five or six bartenders handing out this poisonous drink to our boys, our mothers treasures.  This man has amassed a fortune at this vile business and tries to pose as respectable, because he has a lot of this blood money.  I was passing there on the 14th of January, 1904.  I just opened the door when a two legged beer keg in the form of a policeman grabbed me and almost dragged me over the streets to the station.  I was locked in and I spent the night in jail.  Next morning I was discharged.

The next day when I went to the Pennsylvania railway depot to take the train a little ragged boy came to me and asked for a hatchet, the depot police shook the little fellow and hurled him away.  The little boy began to cry and I said to the police:  “Let that child alone! he is doing no harm to any one.”  He told me in a very angry tone to mind my business, and would not let the little boy take the hatchet from me.  After this I was sitting on the bench waiting for my train, and a person came to me saying:  “Let me see one of your hatchets.”  I opened my grip to show the little souvenirs, several came up to look at them.  This same policeman was watching his chance to arrest me.  He came up and said:  “You will have to stop that.”  I said:  “I am making no trouble, I have a right to meet people and talk to them and show my souvenirs too.  You are the only one, making a disturbance here.”  Two policemen came up and caught me one by each arm, dragging me through the depot and down the elevator, and I was carried to the police station in a “black maria”.  This was done for spite and to show his authority.  I spent a night in prison, and next morning I was fined ten dollars.  I was my own lawyer.  The magistrate before whom I was tried would not compel the officer to answer the questions I asked him.